I'm not sure what my dear grandmother was thinking when she made this afghan . . .
My mom gave it to me while I was out in Colorado a couple weeks ago, and how I fit it in my already full carry-on, I'm not sure. I thought I might have to wrap it around me in some bohemian-hippie-pashima get up and wear it on the plane.
This was probably made in the early 70s, and has never been used. Too narrow for a twin bed, and way long for an afghan. Perhaps it is good for a two-person cuddle on the couch.
I have a feeling that grandma, being thrifty, was using up yarn. The outer panels are definitely 70s colors; I'm happy for the pink and burgundy in the center panel. Regardless, it is a family treasure I will use. Folded in half it does make a warm and comfy lap blanket for reading and snoozing.
That was the long. Here is the tall . . .
Four of us went to dinner last night and had a fabulous meal. Stuffed lobster tail and beef tenderloin. So delicious. But we thought we'd each like a little bite of sweet. So we ordered one dessert to share. After cutting this up four ways, we each felt as though we'd had a whole serving. Can you believe this?
A couple more tall things. (I feel like Mr. Rogers . . . "can you spot the long thing? the tall thing?").
I've heard that the hummingbirds are back. Can't believe those little guys are okay in our still-cold temps, but I made some sugar water for them and hung up the feeder. Can't wait to see the first one.
You can see how barren things still are here in Michigan. But once things begin to green, it always feels like Birnam Wood in Macbeth. Every day the woods seem to creep closer to the house. It happens quickly, too. One day this, and four or five days later, everything is green and full, and we'll be unable to see any of the ground.
The Official Blog Cat is posing with one more tall thing.
Have a lovely day, friends.